Blind people tell fortunes.

Reflections on Reading Life is a String

# After reading # Introduction

The end of the story is still the beginning. There are two blind people walking in the desolate mountains, one old and one young, one behind the other. Two black-haired straw hats fluctuate up and down, rushing endlessly, as if drifting with a restless river.

There are two blind people walking in the vast desolate Shan Ye, one old and one young, tandem, two black-haired straw hats ups and downs, rushing endlessly, as if drifting with a restless river. It doesn't matter where you come from or where you go. Everyone holds a lyre and tells stories for a living.

Shi Tiesheng's "Life is Like a String" is launched in this slightly hurried and silent atmosphere. The story focuses on the mentoring relationship between the 70-year-old blind man and the 17-year-old blind man, interspersed with the mentoring relationship and the blind man's first love.

Now is the peak season for storytelling, and the old blind man is scrambling to tell more stories, thinking that he might be able to break the 1000 th string in the wild sheep's depression in front. This 1000 broken string will become a kind of medicine primer, and the old blind man will see the light again with the prescription sealed in the piano groove.

"Your master has only been wronged all his life."

"How many pieces did he break?"

"He could have called 1000, but he recorded 800."

The little blind man was absorbed in master's electric box. He doesn't know the long green chair or the crooked oil wolf. All I know is that there is a wild sheep pit ahead, and there is a shrill and delicate young man Lan Xiuer in the wild sheep pit.

The old blind man objected to the little blind man hanging out with Lan Xiuer, but fate made the little blind man sick and got more time with Lan Xiuer. During this time, the old blind man finally broke the last two strings. The two strings broke together.

The old blind man left the little blind man in the wild smoke to recuperate and went out to treat his eyes alone. When I came back, I was already haggard. He was looking for his apprentice, but he was told that the little blind man had left on the day when Lan Xiuer got married outside the mountain.

The old blind man found the little blind man in the deep mountain, and he is still waiting for death. The little blind man cried for days and nights, and finally said, "Master, I want to open my eyes and have a look! Even if it's just a glance. "

"Then play your strings and try your best to play them one by one. Remember, you have to break 1200. "

" 1200?"

"It's one thousand two hundred. I didn't play enough, I recorded a thousand. "

He couldn't bear to tell him that the prescription was a blank sheet of paper.

Often after experiencing many hardships, I find that the original goal is still out of reach or not at all. At this time, like the old blind man in the book, he suddenly lost what attracted him to live, walk and sing. The collapse of the heartstrings is so much. Frustration is inevitable, and it is difficult to find new goals, new strings and new life movements. Author Shi Tiesheng laughed at himself in an interview: "My main business is disability and my sideline is writing." Reading Shi Tiesheng's early articles can often reveal his helplessness and unwillingness to be disabled in a car accident. However, he put a new focus on writing, and he found a new goal, so he can go further and further on the road of life.

Life is tough. There are two points at the two ends of our heartstrings, one is pursuit and the other is purpose. The moment we straighten ourselves on the piano, the movement of life begins. In the journey of life, we will encounter many twists and turns and be influenced by fate, so it is difficult to stay in out of the dark for a long time, but we must seize the fulcrum in the dark and keep moving forward. Even if the purpose is imaginary, it must be there, otherwise the string will not play until it is taut. Even a blank sheet of paper without words can at least make the old blind man bring joy to the villagers in a hurry, add enthusiasm to his dark life and forget all the fatigue and loneliness. His whole life is bound by this imaginary goal. When he sang "Don't show McCullough's reincarnation, but sing Li Shimin, the king of Qin ...", or when he shuttled through the mountains with a little blind man, he was full and walked towards his dream.

Faith should exist like this, just as someone knows it exists when he sees a drop of dew or a fluttering leaf, or someone's foot is scratched by a sharp stone, and he also knows that the stone is there, just like a tall tree casting a shadow on the ground, so do flowers and people. Things without shadows have no power to survive.

The end of the story is still the beginning. There are two blind people walking in the desolate mountains, one old and one young, one behind the other. Two black-haired straw hats fluctuate up and down, rushing endlessly, as if drifting with a restless river. It doesn't matter where you come from, where you go, or who is who. ...

Everything goes back and forth.